Chores

What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think that is — is it the task itself, or something more?

Ironing. Definitely ironing. And washing the dishes and cleaning windows. I hate them all! I can move furniture all day and all night with pleasure, paint walls, banister, stairs, tear down walls and climb on the roof to replace tiles but not those boring repetitive tasks.

Cooking is another job I hate the most. Strange because I am an excellent cook. But the cutting and preparation, the smell that adhere to my clothes, skin and hair… I rather dig in the garden for hours than slaving in the kitchen. No, I am not and will never be domesticated. It’s like shaving my legs, I will not do it for me or for other people. Not even for the man of my dreams (if he exists) Either take me the way I am hairs and all or not at all.

Since my ex. and I split up and I’m living on my own. 13 years now. I rather enjoy doing all those chores. I always did the cooking anyway. Ironing is enjoyed. For I love the sensation of ironed sheets and shirts. We used to live on 10 acres and I would do the donkeys, the chickens, garden, etc. My ex. used to spend most of her time reading. Every so often she would have a blitz on vacuuming and dusting. We owned a dishwasher.

Since being single and I own all the chores. I’m content to do them. Because no one else will. I send the car, to get serviced. Whereas once I would do it all myself. I suppose there will come a day, not so distant, where I’m too old. Yet for now …. it’s a gas, gas, gas! Cheers Jamie.

My mother love ironing. She did them so well the clothes looked like they just came out the package. She enjoyed washing them too. She often look for clothes to iron and wash if there is none. She died early this year.

I don’t think I want some stranger in my house. I am suffering from RA, and though there are some chores I have difficulties doing, I never consider for one minute to hire someone to invade my privacy. I am aware of my limitations and the fact that someday I will probably have no choice but to ask for help but for now…

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THE PAINT IN CHURCHES GETS WORN AWAY QUICKER THAN IN OTHER BUILDINGS. I THINK IT’S THE FRICTION OF THE SOULS. THEY GRIND THEMSELVES AGAINST THE CEILINGS AND WALLS.

IF I COULD REACH FOR SOMETHING BRILLIANT, THAT WOULD BE THE HOME WHICH BEEN DENIED TO ME AND THE PRESENCE OF THE PEACE I'VE NEVER KNOWN...

Why I write

I write to exorcise some ghosts (there are plenty) to make peace with my past, to keep sane, to let skeletons out the closet and occasionally let them dance naked, to vent. I write because I don’t know any better.

Healology

“Growing up, I always had a soldier mentality. As a kid I wanted to be a soldier, a fighter pilot, a covert agent, professions that require a great deal of bravery and risk and putting oneself in grave danger in order to complete the mission. Even though I did not become all those things, and unless my predisposition, in its youngest years, already had me leaning towards them, the interest that was there still shaped my philosophies. To this day I honor risk and sacrifice for the good of others – my views on life and love are heavily influenced by this.”

― Criss Jami

Musing

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”

- Haruki Murakami

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

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Introversion

“...I also believe that introversion is my greatest strength. I have such a strong inner life that I’m never bored and only occasionally lonely. No matter what mayhem is happening around me, I know I can always turn inward.”

what i’ve been doing…

We were born to be free, to expand our horizons by going where we have never gone before, and not to hang out in the relative comfort and safety of the nest, the known. There is a place within us that is courageous beyond our human understanding; it yearns to explore beyond the boundaries of our daily life.

- Dennis Merritt Jones

Once I had started my solitude, I realized anew that it was easy for me to become accustomed to this state and that the most effortless existence for me was in fact in one in which I was not obliged to speak to anyone. My fretful attitude to life left me. Each dead day had its charm.

- Yukio Mishima

It well may be,
That we will never meet again,
In this lifetime.
So let me say before we part,
So much of me,
Is made of what I learned from you.
You’ll be with me,
Like a handprint on my heart.
And now whatever way our stories end,
I know you have re-written mine,
By being part of my life…

I'm Michelle. This is my blog. I write about women and fatness, expound upon semi-coherent thoughts I have in the middle of the night, and offer tough love to those in whom I am disappointed; they are legion.